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THE DEAD YARD by Adrian McKinty is Book 2 of The Michael Forsythe series.
It is the sequel to DEAD I WELL MAY BE and segues quite seamlessly from the 1st title into the 2nd, even though some years have passed and Michael is in the Witness Protection Program.
A little blackmail on the part of British Intelligence puts Michael in a dangerous operation, infiltrating a very dangerous Irish terrorist group in the Boston area.
Our Michael is very smart - full of philosophical musings, witty remarks and self-depracation. But it his street-smarts that count, and he puts his life on the line dealing with Touched, Gerry, Sonia, Jackie and Kit. A monstrous group.
The book is so violent, so full of vicious, sadistic and depraved acts of violence and torture, it is hard to read at times.
I don’t know if I can ever visit (or even drive through) northern Massachusetts after reading this book. It left me with such a sense of bleakness and depression.
I also live 20 miles from Belfast, Maine (where Gerry’s ‘cabin’ was) and I will never think of my house in rural Maine in quite same way again.


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The Dead Yard A Novel Adrian McKinty 9780743499484 Books Reviews

Working my way through the McKinty books. He has interesting characters and lively dialogue. This one
is farfetched and way overwritten. I find the lead character a stretch to believe and I find how he saves the day to be just as eye rubbing.
I would not recommend this book if you want McKinty, his troubles trilogy for example is much better written and engaging.
I thought that the first book in this trilogy (Dead I Well May Be) was very, very good. This book has raised the bar even higher. The pace and action never falters. This book is violent and gritty and not for the faint of heart.

Five years have passed and Michael is now working as an undercover operative for M16 against his will. No way does he want to be extradited back to Mexico to be a guest of that government. Michael is sent to infiltrate a rogue IRA cell living in the lap of luxury in Plum Island. I wasn't exactly enarmoured of Michael in the first book of the trilogy, but in this book he is more introspective and philosophical and some of his thoughts are very droll. It's that deprecating humor that alleviates the violence to some extent.

All of the characters are well presented from the sociopathic Touched, to the young and naive Kit. Well paced, action packed, great characters, a rollicking good read.....what more could you want?
It's been five years since Adrian McKinty's Michael Forsythe topped Darky White and his Harlem-based Irish gang in "Dead a Well May Be", an explosive and brilliantly crafted novel so black and cold, so brutal, that a simple 'noir' label is way to tame. But compared to "The Dead Yard", the predecessor is nearly docile, as the years have only hardened Forsythe's stone-cold skills and have sharpened McKinty's prose beautiful poetry of violence, survival, and again, another staggering installment of vengeance.

Innocently enough, "Yard" starts with young Michael on holiday in the Canary Island of Tennerife. But a football riot lands him in prison - again - and a Spanish one this time. Threatened with extradition to Mexico to finish out the sentence in Hell started in McKinty's debut novel, Forsythe is coerced into helping British Intelligence penetrate a rogue Irish terrorist cell in Boston. Michael succeeds on getting inside "The Sons of Cuchulainn" through a cockamamie plan concocted by M16 that was just daft enough to actually work. And soon Michael, the Irish bad boy we can't resist liking - albeit with a touch of guilty pleasure - is knockin' off banks and swapping tales of Ireland with his revolutionary new-found buddies, while seeming to bed every woman in sight, from the new boss's daughter to the agent in charge of his mission.

But is this is beginning to sound like 007, take heart author McKinty will have none of James Bond's suave and debonair foolishness, no fast women and faster cars, tuxedos, or martinis in these pages, but a surfeit blood, gore, and political idealism blinding common sense and clouding reality. Forsythe is the classic tragic hero and if, indeed, McKinty is idealistic in his own right, his passion blazes across the pages in fiery passages "...will I despoil your corpse and throw your tattered carcass onto that black barge that Death steers into the silent sea..." Take that, Lord Byron! McKinty understands the use of foreshadow, carefully meting enough light to plot the course to come, but a steady hand on the meter insures the reader stays only engaged and curious.

From the beginning of "Dead I Well May Be", where the reader sees a somewhat naive Michael Forsythe trying to figure out the ins-and-outs of both sides of the law in his adopted America, by the end of "The Dead Yard" we've seen a transition, a coming of age in America tale so ferocious, so shocking in cruelty and violence that even Cormac McCarthy begins to look a bit constrained. Yes, McKinty's rough words may offend your weaker sensibilities, and have others asking if he's gone too far. But for me, Adrian McKinty's brand of noir crime have earned him a prime spot at the table with the new masters like Bruen, Huston, Swierczynski, and Gischler. "The Bloomsday Dead" wraps up this trilogy, and I can't wait to see where McKinty will take Michael Forsythe and his continued epic journey to Hell and back. Superb stuff - "Slainte", Mr. McKinty!
I loved "Dead I May Well Me," if for no other reason that the killer writing. McKinty didn't let me down here. This novel is far more graphic than I usually like, but the prose, cunning dark humor, picture-perfect detail and robust characters elevate the book, and I couldn't get enough. Immediately starting the next Michael Forsyth and am so glad McKinty has a good library left to enjoy-he's a beautiful wordsmith even when depicting the ugliest of scenes. It's been years since I've highlighted so many killer lines in a novel.
I found myself skimming large sections of this book, it was just too wordy and the characters weren't very engaging or believable, and much of their interaction was eye-rolling to me. The constant heavy-handed foreshadowing killed a lot of the suspense and what could have been international intrigue was lost by not fleshing out the FBI or MI6 characters. Brief flashes of the great writing McKinty has exhibited in the Duffy cop-shop series but too little of it. Maybe the first was better but for 14.99 kindle price I will never know.
THE DEAD YARD by Adrian McKinty is Book 2 of The Michael Forsythe series.
It is the sequel to DEAD I WELL MAY BE and segues quite seamlessly from the 1st title into the 2nd, even though some years have passed and Michael is in the Witness Protection Program.
A little blackmail on the part of British Intelligence puts Michael in a dangerous operation, infiltrating a very dangerous Irish terrorist group in the Boston area.
Our Michael is very smart - full of philosophical musings, witty remarks and self-depracation. But it his street-smarts that count, and he puts his life on the line dealing with Touched, Gerry, Sonia, Jackie and Kit. A monstrous group.
The book is so violent, so full of vicious, sadistic and depraved acts of violence and torture, it is hard to read at times.
I don’t know if I can ever visit (or even drive through) northern Massachusetts after reading this book. It left me with such a sense of bleakness and depression.
I also live 20 miles from Belfast, Maine (where Gerry’s ‘cabin’ was) and I will never think of my house in rural Maine in quite same way again.